1 My soul, inspired with sacred love,
God's holy Name for ever bless;
Of all His favours mindful prove,
And still Thy grateful thanks express.
2 'Tis He that all thy sins forgives,
And after sickness makes thee sound;
From danger He thy life retrieves,
By Him with grace and mercy crown'd.
3 The Lord abounds with tender love
And unexampled acts of grace;
His waken'd wrath doth slowly move,
His willing mercy flies apace.
4 God will not always harshly chide,
But with His anger quickly part;
And loves His punishment to guide
More by His love than our desert.
5 As far as 'tis from east to west,
So far has he our sins removed;
Who, with a father's tender breast,
Has such as fear Him always loved.
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First Line: | My soul, inspired with sacred love |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |
Topic: | Miscellaneous |